or so they say!
Yet another year has ended and I feel that I have achieved little in the time that has passed. I have sewn a few garments and bags but my knitting has been on hold for a while as I have been experiencing a lot of pain in my hands and wrists.
Depression grabbed hold of me in the latter part of the Summer and lasted throughout the Autumn. The accompanying lethargy and despair exacerbates the symptoms of M.E, unfortunately, so I was not a very useful member of the human race. Each morning involved a concious decision to take part in life, albeit on a very basic level...sadly, a process I am still following each day with varying degrees of success.
The children will be back at school soon, My Man will be back at work (I love being able to say that!) and my world will return to the routine that I require to function. Boring, mundane and oh, so uneventful! Hopefully!
This year has seen me change. I managed to refrain from allowing my mother to manipulate me over the festive season, for the first time in over 40 years. I am inspired to forge ahead and continue to be the person that I want to be, not that which others consider I should.
So...out with the old...and may next year bring Happiness, Peace and Love to all!
Friday 31 December 2010
Wednesday 13 October 2010
A deep breath...
and here we go again.
I didn't realise how long it has been since I last wrote anything here. So many projects completed and no record of them, how remiss of me! I have promised myself that I will do better in future.
This week sees the near completion of a *whispers* sewing project. A winter pinafore dress in grey fabric, to be worn with a baggy cardi, biker boots, woolly tights and a disregard for the dictates of Fashion.
Warm and comfy seems a good idea right now, the sky is grey and the house has a chilly air about it. The cats are curled up together on the sofa and its difficult to see where one ends and the other begins. All is quiet and peaceful, with the ticking of the clock and gentle snores of the dog punctuating the afternoon's progress.
The countdown, however, has begun. One and a half hours until school ends and the rampaging hoards descend once more. I shall hide in the kitchen and make the dinner. Teenboy#2 has requested Banoffee Pie and Teenboy needs roast potatoes so I'd better look out my pinny and get started!
I didn't realise how long it has been since I last wrote anything here. So many projects completed and no record of them, how remiss of me! I have promised myself that I will do better in future.
This week sees the near completion of a *whispers* sewing project. A winter pinafore dress in grey fabric, to be worn with a baggy cardi, biker boots, woolly tights and a disregard for the dictates of Fashion.
Warm and comfy seems a good idea right now, the sky is grey and the house has a chilly air about it. The cats are curled up together on the sofa and its difficult to see where one ends and the other begins. All is quiet and peaceful, with the ticking of the clock and gentle snores of the dog punctuating the afternoon's progress.
The countdown, however, has begun. One and a half hours until school ends and the rampaging hoards descend once more. I shall hide in the kitchen and make the dinner. Teenboy#2 has requested Banoffee Pie and Teenboy needs roast potatoes so I'd better look out my pinny and get started!
Sunday 30 August 2009
Bleak Holiday Monday.
Tomorrow is Bank Holiday Monday, the 31st of August.
Six years ago my beloved sixteen year old son left the house in the early hours of the morning, while the family slept.
I went to church, as usual, thinking that he was out for a walk or to get cigarettes; he was a typical teen and didn't always remember to tell me where he was going,although it was unusual for him to be up and about so early.
My husband later called me from the church service to tell me that my son was dead, his body found at the foot of the cliffs, broken and lifeless.
Time stood still for a moment; my heart broke. My life, as it had been, ended. It took just three words. The hardest words that My Man has ever uttered. There is no deeper grief than that felt at the death of your child. No greater loss. A piece of me is missing, gone forever. Torn from me in that moment, leaving a scar that never heals.
I see echoes of him in his younger brother. The way his fingers curl as he dunks his bread in his soup...the cheeky, sideways grin that he gives me when he knows he is 'pushing his luck'. It is at once comforting and heartbreaking.
I mourn him each day. I am haunted by regrets and guilt. I failed him!
I tried. I did all I knew how, but I failed. I will carry this with me until my physical life ends, until then I will remain a shadow of the mother I wanted to be, drifting through life. Merely existing.
Peace be with you, son. I miss you!
Six years ago my beloved sixteen year old son left the house in the early hours of the morning, while the family slept.
I went to church, as usual, thinking that he was out for a walk or to get cigarettes; he was a typical teen and didn't always remember to tell me where he was going,although it was unusual for him to be up and about so early.
My husband later called me from the church service to tell me that my son was dead, his body found at the foot of the cliffs, broken and lifeless.
Time stood still for a moment; my heart broke. My life, as it had been, ended. It took just three words. The hardest words that My Man has ever uttered. There is no deeper grief than that felt at the death of your child. No greater loss. A piece of me is missing, gone forever. Torn from me in that moment, leaving a scar that never heals.
I see echoes of him in his younger brother. The way his fingers curl as he dunks his bread in his soup...the cheeky, sideways grin that he gives me when he knows he is 'pushing his luck'. It is at once comforting and heartbreaking.
I mourn him each day. I am haunted by regrets and guilt. I failed him!
I tried. I did all I knew how, but I failed. I will carry this with me until my physical life ends, until then I will remain a shadow of the mother I wanted to be, drifting through life. Merely existing.
Peace be with you, son. I miss you!
Saturday 29 August 2009
Expectations ...and disappointments.
I have a 'difficult' relationship with my mother. It is, in fact, practically non-existent as she is what could truthfully be termed 'toxic'.
Earlier in the year I had reason to lend her money. I was the only family member in a position to do so and I could see no way around it. I had a feeling it would cause me trouble and I was right!
I lent the money on the agreement that it was paid once her loan came through. She then decided not to go ahead with the loan as she didn't want a debt hanging over her. Of course, owing money to me isn't a debt, for some unfathomable reason!
I had to ask her for repayment. I want to get my own finances on as even a keel as I can manage before we, as a family, become reliant on state benefits. I gave her plenty of notice but had to repeat the request this week.
She asked for an itemised bill so that she could check exactly what she was paying for, disputing amounts in the passive-aggressive style that I am so familiar with, stating her poor 'financial position' etc, etc.
Her attitude reduced me to tears, yet again. Thanks for the support, Mum!!
I try, as a mother, to support my children...to comfort them despite my own situation. Their needs come before mine and always will. I can't do it any other way. . I don't want to. I chose to bring them into this world and take that responsibility seriously.
But then again...we are talking about the woman who didn't speak to me for six weeks following the death of my son..because she considered that i had 'blanked her' at his funeral. She was late(!!) and sat at the back - I was concentrating on following my son's coffin without falling over in despair...I didn't see her!
I expect her to be toxic....now I need to deal with the disappointment more effectively. Forty five years of practice and I still find it difficult.
Does anyone have a good remedy for puffy eyelids??
Earlier in the year I had reason to lend her money. I was the only family member in a position to do so and I could see no way around it. I had a feeling it would cause me trouble and I was right!
I lent the money on the agreement that it was paid once her loan came through. She then decided not to go ahead with the loan as she didn't want a debt hanging over her. Of course, owing money to me isn't a debt, for some unfathomable reason!
I had to ask her for repayment. I want to get my own finances on as even a keel as I can manage before we, as a family, become reliant on state benefits. I gave her plenty of notice but had to repeat the request this week.
She asked for an itemised bill so that she could check exactly what she was paying for, disputing amounts in the passive-aggressive style that I am so familiar with, stating her poor 'financial position' etc, etc.
Her attitude reduced me to tears, yet again. Thanks for the support, Mum!!
I try, as a mother, to support my children...to comfort them despite my own situation. Their needs come before mine and always will. I can't do it any other way. . I don't want to. I chose to bring them into this world and take that responsibility seriously.
But then again...we are talking about the woman who didn't speak to me for six weeks following the death of my son..because she considered that i had 'blanked her' at his funeral. She was late(!!) and sat at the back - I was concentrating on following my son's coffin without falling over in despair...I didn't see her!
I expect her to be toxic....now I need to deal with the disappointment more effectively. Forty five years of practice and I still find it difficult.
Does anyone have a good remedy for puffy eyelids??
Wednesday 19 August 2009
How much yarn??...
In the light of our current situation I thought I'd check out my yarn stash...just to see how serious the diet was going to be.
With visions of a yarn desert before me, I opened the craft cupboard. Firstly my comfort yarn, my 'blankie' as it were......did I have enough to knit my own socks this year, or were my feet going to be condemned to suffer the chill of a British winter??
Panic over!! The yarn stash revealed that frostbite and chillblains were not to be my fate, despite my concerns to the contrary.....I stopped counting once I'd reached enough for twenty pairs. I refuse to admit that I could, possibly, have enough yarn put by to knit more than that number...
Comforted, I tackled the sweater weight yarns.
With a sigh of relief I realised that I could happily knit a few (notice how vague that quantity is??) of my favourite vintage patterns before needing to restock.
There is also enough laceweight yarn for one or two projects...
So, all in all, the zombie plan is in place. I will be able to knit for a while. Hoorah!!
Now, back to more mundane matters.
Will I be able to feed the children??
With visions of a yarn desert before me, I opened the craft cupboard. Firstly my comfort yarn, my 'blankie' as it were......did I have enough to knit my own socks this year, or were my feet going to be condemned to suffer the chill of a British winter??
Panic over!! The yarn stash revealed that frostbite and chillblains were not to be my fate, despite my concerns to the contrary.....I stopped counting once I'd reached enough for twenty pairs. I refuse to admit that I could, possibly, have enough yarn put by to knit more than that number...
Comforted, I tackled the sweater weight yarns.
With a sigh of relief I realised that I could happily knit a few (notice how vague that quantity is??) of my favourite vintage patterns before needing to restock.
There is also enough laceweight yarn for one or two projects...
So, all in all, the zombie plan is in place. I will be able to knit for a while. Hoorah!!
Now, back to more mundane matters.
Will I be able to feed the children??
Friday 14 August 2009
Calling the Job Fairy...
If anyone spots the Job Fairy going about her business could they please send her our way?
My Man has been made redundant! He left school at 17 and has never been out of work; has never 'signed on' or claimed benefits. Sadly, he is in for a shock, I fear.
I have lived/struggled as a single parent on benefit. It was not a nice period in my personal history . However, I am at least prepared and have some useful experience that should help us survive.
He has applied for a few jobs already and has a positive attitude, looking into working closer to home to cut down on travelling time. Less money but more time with the family. That has to be good, doesn't it?
'We will be ok!'.....that is my mantra for the time being. We have each other and I can weather anything with him to shield me. He is an excellent husband and a superb father who will do anything in his power to support his family. I need to stay well enough now to support him while he searches for work and enters the rather soul destroying benefits system.
But..at least we do have a benefits system and the NHS. Things could be a whole lot worse! We have a home and each other. It may be a struggle but we will get through it, I'm sure. It's not the first time that I have been battered by life..... and probably not the last, either.
My Man has been made redundant! He left school at 17 and has never been out of work; has never 'signed on' or claimed benefits. Sadly, he is in for a shock, I fear.
I have lived/struggled as a single parent on benefit. It was not a nice period in my personal history . However, I am at least prepared and have some useful experience that should help us survive.
He has applied for a few jobs already and has a positive attitude, looking into working closer to home to cut down on travelling time. Less money but more time with the family. That has to be good, doesn't it?
'We will be ok!'.....that is my mantra for the time being. We have each other and I can weather anything with him to shield me. He is an excellent husband and a superb father who will do anything in his power to support his family. I need to stay well enough now to support him while he searches for work and enters the rather soul destroying benefits system.
But..at least we do have a benefits system and the NHS. Things could be a whole lot worse! We have a home and each other. It may be a struggle but we will get through it, I'm sure. It's not the first time that I have been battered by life..... and probably not the last, either.
Thursday 7 May 2009
Sunshine at last.
Here comes the sun...is winter really over?
I am seriously considering a lamp for next winter - I'm sure I must be affected by S.A.D.
The sun has peeked around the clouds and we have had a few lovely summer-bright days lately. I have sat in the park after school while the children have expended their energy in the playground. It has been wonderful to be warm and surrounded by light with the evidence of new growth all around.
I feel the urge to dig out the tent and sleeping bags but the nights are still a little too chilly for the sprogs (that's my excuse and I am sticking to it!). Soon, though.
The backyard has gone mad, with huge weeds waving in the breeze and suffocating the few brave tulips that have dared to appear. My task for today is to do battle with the dandelions...wish me luck!
I am seriously considering a lamp for next winter - I'm sure I must be affected by S.A.D.
The sun has peeked around the clouds and we have had a few lovely summer-bright days lately. I have sat in the park after school while the children have expended their energy in the playground. It has been wonderful to be warm and surrounded by light with the evidence of new growth all around.
I feel the urge to dig out the tent and sleeping bags but the nights are still a little too chilly for the sprogs (that's my excuse and I am sticking to it!). Soon, though.
The backyard has gone mad, with huge weeds waving in the breeze and suffocating the few brave tulips that have dared to appear. My task for today is to do battle with the dandelions...wish me luck!
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